XXVII + 

Soon, trembling in her soft and chilly nest, + 

In sort of wakeful swoon, perplex’d she lay, + 

Until the poppied warmth of sleep oppress’d + 

Her soothed limbs, and soul fatigued away; + 

Flown, like a thought, until the morrow-day; + 

Blissfully haven’d both from joy and pain; + 

Clasp’d like a missal where swart Paynims pray; + 

Blinded alike from sunshine and from rain, + 

As though a rose should shut, and be a bud again. + 